Coos Bay Bound Greyhound
Overall: rowdy, rugged, gritty raw outlaw-country anthem with boom-chicka-boom rhythm, driven by acoustic guitar, upright bass, and simple but heavy percussion. The tempo is steady and propulsive, like a train rolling forward. sounds like a driving, stripped-down outlaw country anthem. stripped-down folk and Americana song characterized by its dark, moody atmosphere and gravelly baritone vocals. Stomping kick drum: A steady, percussive kick-drum beat provides a rhythmic backbone, evoking the sound of spurs rattling in an old Western saloon. Vocal Delivery: deep baritone male voice gives the song a sense of authority and grit, perfectly suited for the persona of a fugitive. His phrasing is conversational
Coos Bay Bound Greyhound
Overall: rowdy, rugged, gritty raw outlaw-country anthem with boom-chicka-boom rhythm, driven by acoustic guitar, upright bass, and simple but heavy percussion. The tempo is steady and propulsive, like a train rolling forward. sounds like a driving, stripped-down outlaw country anthem. stripped-down folk and Americana song characterized by its dark, moody atmosphere and gravelly baritone vocals. Stomping kick drum: A steady, percussive kick-drum beat provides a rhythmic backbone, evoking the sound of spurs rattling in an old Western saloon. Vocal Delivery: deep baritone male voice gives the song a sense of authority and grit, perfectly suited for the persona of a fugitive. His phrasing is conversational
Lyrics
verse 1
Pay my 30 dollars
Admit defeat, get on the bus
Leave the city for the land of
Sad adventures, and rust
Realize now where I do and do not belong
Some folks dreams are ment to fly
others to get stepped on
pre chorus
What am I doing here?
Awe damn
chorus
I'm on a Coos Bay bound greyhound
And I've hit rock bottom again
smell of urine and cheap beer
Olive Gardens not coming my friend
I'm on a Coos Bay bound greyhound
and I've hit rock bottom again
Verse
Caught some fish and an STD
The sheriff is on my trail
Never cared for Portland
And never cared for jail
Realize now where I do and do not belong
Some folks dreams are ment to fly
others to get stepped on
pre chorus
Huh? I’m ok
Just minding my business
chorus
I'm on a Coos Bay bound greyhound
I've hit rock bottom again
Drivers drinking Jim Beam
Headed just past North bend
I'm on a Coos Bay bound greyhound
and I've hit rock bottom again
verse 3
Pouring rain ain’t cool
Or awesome, or lit
Where there’s no such thing as gently used
It’s new or it’s, beat to shit
Realize now where I do and do not belong
Some folks dreams are ment to fly
others to get stepped on
pre chorus
What? No, that’s where I’m heading
chorus
I'm on a Coos Bay bound greyhound
And I've hit rock bottom again
smell of urine and cheap beer
Olive Gardens not coming my friend
I'm on a Coos Bay bound greyhound
and I've hit rock bottom again
pre chorus
Come on
Not what I planned but
Ok
I'm on a Coos Bay bound greyhound
and I've hit rock bottom again